Eu gosto de exercitar a paciência, gosto mesmo. Adiar deliberadamente alguma coisa parece acalmar os ânimos e aplacar os desejos. Também obriga a rever, reconsiderar os ânimos e desejos. Hábitos salutares.
Meu leitor heckler, de aspirações freudianas, diz que é simplesmente masoquismo. Eu não creio que o seja. Creio, no entanto, que haja um pouco de medo de descobrir certas coisas ou enfrentar certas situações. Em suma, para aqueles familiarizados com a nova taxonomia psicológica desenvolvida pela minha própria pessoa e baseada n'O Mágico de Oz, sou leão e não macaco-alado.
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I went out walking
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
Through streets paved with gold,
Lifted some stones of the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul.
I went out walking
Under an atomic sky,
Where the ground won’t turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye.
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
I went drifting
Through the capitals of tin,
Where men can’t walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in.
I stopped outside a church house
Where the citizens lack to sit,
They say they want the kingdom
But they don’t want God in it.
I went out riding
Down that old eight lane,
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name.
I went with nothing,
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
I wet out there
In search of experience
To taste and touch and to view as much
As a man can before he redempts.
I went out searching
Looking for one good man
A spirit who would not bend or break
Who would sit at his fathers right hand.
I went walking
With a bible and a gun
The word of God laid heavy on my heart
I was sure I was the one.
Now Jesus, don’t you wait up
Jesus I’ll be coming home soon
I went out for the papers
Told her I’d be back by noon.
Yeah, I left with nothing
But the thought you’d be there too
Looking for you.
Yeah, I left with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering.
(U2 & Johnny Cash)
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- Dancing With Myself
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- Load Failed
- Marrom
- Mises Economics Blog
- MONSTERING
- Pai Al Knows Best
- Períneo
- puragoiaba
- r e p e t e n t e
- Roger's Rules
- Spaceyship.com
- There's no real truce in my fury
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Arquivo do blog
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- Coisa de jenho
- My next pet
- Perguntas retóricas
- Utilidade pública
- 2 x 1
- Leave the gun, take the cannoli
- Porque eu não sei quando parar
- Não faço questão de ganhar...
- Visions of Johanna
- We learn to live and then we forgive
- Whatever
- Haikai
- Nishgit, nischgit, nisch-git, sei lá
- Eufemismo
- Dica
- Distanciamento é essencial
- Todos os textos que eu não publiquei
- Feliz 2007
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